April showers bring high water.
In my case…high and stained water…and not good for my fishing ego.
It was opening weekend for me. I was surprised on how few people were on the water.
Perhaps they got the memo…rain and high stained water is challenging to fish.
This year had me reflecting on the stocked water I fish. In the shadow of NYC, much of this water is heavily pressured and not by any means pristine. Most of the water is dotted with residential and industrial structures…which means pollution. A lot of the wider rivers even have water treatment plants that are notorious of purging into the rivers during heavy rains. MMMMmmmmm…nasty.
Sometimes it is just not worth it to just get the fishing fix. For those of you who live near untouched and wild water…I envy you. Most of the wild water I live near…is well over an hour away.
Back to the fishing. I landed a couple fish but they do not feel much like a reward. The rivers I fish get heavily stocked. A couple beats away from being trout parks. One recently had over a thousand fish dumped. You would think I could do better than a couple of fish. What was cool , a pair of osprey have returned to the river from last year. I bet they do a number on the stocked trout. On my outing the osprey came up the river on a raid…thumping its wings…whoosh…whooosh… just over head. When it spied me it turned in went in another direction. “Wise move osprey”…I thought …“thats my stretch of river”.
As a bit of entertainment…this is the Farmington river on opening day. Granted this is a few years ago, but the updated 2019 photo looks the same. Someone posted one on facebook…hahahaha same image…just 5 year later. Those poor trout…hahahahaha. I would be tempted to put on a wetsuit, snorkel and fins and swim down that gauntlet collecting lines as I go…give them something to talk about…singing drags…hahahahhaha…granted when the weigh me at the local tackleshop I wonder which one would claim to have hooked me first.